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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: The land of Tanselm will fall to evil if the Tetrarch, four identical princes wielding elemental powers, do not find their intended brides. Thrust into the parallel realm of earth to escape death and insure a future for their world, they have one mission and one mission only--to find their destined mates. Darius Storm, the Prince of Fire, is impatient and frustrated to be so far from his home, so marriage is the last thing on his mind. The women of the foreign world into which he's been thrust lack the inner power and strength to truly connect with him, and his job at a local nightclub only brings him into contact with more unsuitable prospects. Until he meets Samantha Brooks, a beauty with the fiery passion to meet Darius head-on, and a special magic all her own. Rating: Contains explicit sex, graphic language, and some situations which could be offensive to sensitive readers.

eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2006

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Marie Harte's Storm Lords Series

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Words: 39502
Reading time: 112-158 min.
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ISBN: 1-58608-759-2

Prince Darius, the first born of the Royal Four, leaned over the stone wall and narrowed his eyes at the enemy. With outstretched hands he summoned elemental magic to his call. Using anger to stoke his internal fire even higher, he directed it through his flaming fingertips, sending a fiery storm of destruction upon the encroaching Netharat.

Glancing to the side, he saw Arim, Tanselm's legendary sorcerer, enter the turret and duck as a wraith blast scorched the stone archway above his head. Arim frowned and with a wave of his hand changed the Netharat attacking the castle gate into bodies of solid rock.

Another wraith blast caused Darius to drop to the ground to avoid bursting into blue flame, an icy retribution only the Netharat could withstand.

"Damn it, Darius." Arim turned to the prince. "The shields will hold. Go and gather your brothers in my chamber, now!"

Darius opened his mouth to argue, but the red fury darkening Arim's eyes told him he'd pushed as hard as the sorcerer would tolerate. Though it grated him to withdraw, he left Arim and the other spellcasters to fetch his brothers.

He found Marcus, Cadmus and Aerolus manning the eastern turret. Muttered spells and intent stares, stabbing hands and sweeping arms commanded the elements to do his brothers' bidding, raining deluges of water, rumbling the earth, and blasting powerful winds upon the enemy steadily approaching the castle's defensive perimeter. He watched them battle, impressed despite his familiarity with such sights.

"Cease your attacks and come with me," he called to his brothers, torching one wraith bent on bridging the now frozen moat surrounding the castle. The creature shrieked and flailed trying to douse the flames. "Arim orders us to his chamber."

"But--" Cadmus tried to protest.

"No buts." Darius looked out over the castle wall and cursed as he spotted the dimensional gateway through which the enemy had entered. Far in the distance, the gateway looked like a molten pool of fire against the pale blue sky. Unfortunately, cascading down from that pool onto the ground came another wave of Netharat, a foul river of corruption staining the very land they touched.

"We have to go," Aerolus agreed, his voice calm in contrast to the chaos surrounding them.

As one the four brothers raced through the castle to Arim's chamber deep in the heart of their home. The moment they approached the hardy oak door, it swung open, allowing the brothers entry into a room teeming with magic.

Like the steady droning of bees, a subtle hum vibrated within the stone walls, making the air crackle with energy. A narrow bed lay along one wall while a nearby desk filled with parchment and quills graced the adjoining wall. Tables and flat workstations filled the rest of the spacious room. On every surface except the bed lay glass pitchers and clay bowls filled with the sorcerer's spell castings.

"It took you long enough." Darius nearly jumped as Queen Ravyn closed the door with a wave of her hand, stepping out from its shadow. She narrowed her eyes, lingering on Cadmus. "When Arim gives an order, you obey."

Tall and stately, with the catlike eyes and dark black hair she'd passed to all her sons, Queen Ravyn watched the Royal Four like a bird of prey about to swoop. Her understated power seemed to thrive in Arim's chamber, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blazing as she studied her sons.

"Mother," Darius said, his body taut with the effort to contain the powerful energy seething around him. He noticed his brothers looking equally uneasy. "Shouldn't you be in your tower under guard?"

She scoffed and motioned him and his brothers further into the room. "You do take after your father, don't you?" She smiled sadly, a grim reminder of his father's recent passing. "I am just as strong as Faustus was, Darius. I may not command the winds, but there's more to my strength than elemental magic." Her eyes narrowed. "And not one word about my frail state of mind. I just lost my husband, but I'm not an invalid. And I've power enough to stop these invaders from taking my crown."

Darius blinked at the reprimand. He glanced at his brothers to see what they made of the "gentle" queen and saw them equally confused. Indeed, his mother certainly appeared more warrior than royal lady. Her green eyes were lit with an inner fierceness; her stance was both battle-ready and aggressive.

Gone were her royal robes of blue and the seal of power draped around her throat. She wore a long-sleeved red tunic and black trousers, very similar to the garb Arim had been wearing.

As if his thoughts had conjured the sorcerer, Arim suddenly appeared in a corner of the room, bringing a rush of energy into the already intense area.

"Quickly, we have little time."